Wang Chen's intuition had been correct.
The first time he met Lu Defang, he had vaguely sensed the deep-seated malice hidden within the other man.
This close friend of Wang Shaoyuan's, a cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, had always harbored sinister designs toward the original owner!
The letter Old Sun had left Wang Chen completely confirmed this.
Although Wang Chen could not understand why Lu Defang would scheme against a poor little cultivator like himself, who had nothing to his name.
This calamity was undoubtedly karma he had to face for occupying the original owner's body!
The question was, what should Wang Chen do?
Should he quietly flee to the Mortal World like Old Sun and wait for death?
Or...
Wang Chen clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked sharply.
The tree wished for calm, but the wind would not cease. A man wanted to lie low, yet trouble found him anyway; even quietly tending a field had become an impossible wish!
Damn it!!
Having made up his mind, Wang Chen went to Yunyang City again the next day.
Great Artifact Pavilion.
This was a shop that specialized in selling Magic Tools. Wang Chen had heard of it long ago and had passed its entrance many times.
Today was his first time crossing its threshold.
"Immortal Master, may all be well with you!"
A handsome young clerk came forward and greeted him with a smiling bow. "May I ask whether you wish to purchase a Magic Tool or commission one?"
Wang Chen answered directly, "I'd like to take a look at Mandarin Duck Mirrors!"
The young clerk bowed. "This way, please."
Led by the clerk, Wang Chen entered an elegant room on the second floor and took a seat.
A lovely maid brought him fragrant tea.
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